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THE PIONEER 



The Pioneer 

By 

A. S. Mercer 




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Copyrighted, 1913, by 
A. S. MERCER 
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THE PIONEER 



Lovingly dedicated to 
the Pioneers, their 
children and children's 
children -u'ithersoever 
dispersed around the 
globe, by the author. 



Preface 

USHERED into the lap and nourished 
from the breast of a Pioneer Moth- 
er, it is but natural that I should 
have imparted into my being strong sym- 
pathies for the pioneers. As a little tot I 
sat in a circle around the yule log fire on 
Christmas Eve when the pioneers of the 
neighborhood were gathered and listened 
to the stories of the hardships, endurance 
and by vicissitudes of the early pathfind- 
ers. The Indian Chief Shabona, the white 
man's friend, with his tribe still tarried in 
our vicinity and he was a frequent visitor 
at my father's house. During all of my 
earlier years my chief associations were 
with the pioneers who were domiciled 
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12 THE PIONEER 

around. In fact, with the exception of a 
few years spent at school my entire Hfe has 
been associated ahiiost continually with 
these heroic characters. I have studied 
them from the tangent of every possible 
arc of their life circle. I ought to know 
them — and I do from Alpha to Omega. 
The picture that I have drawn in the fol- 
lowing pages of these heroic characters is 
not a fiction nor a fancy, but one of real 
personalities. The pioneer was not the 
product of any particular section of the 
country. Latitudinal and longitudinal 
lines cut no figure in their development. 
The southern, the middle and northern 
zones stretching from the Atlantic to the 
Pacific all knew them and recognized their 
sterling qualities. They were the same in- 
dividuals wherever found, their thoughts, 



THE PIONEER 13 

impulses and actions the same. At this 
time there are but few of them left, gener- 
ally they have crossed the great divide and 
their spirits have found their way and they 
are seated high up in that ''house not made 
with hands, but eternal in the heavens/' 
In the United States there are practically 
left no fields for the pioneer to conquer. 
He has blazed the way to every section 
and millions have followed him to happy 
homes, but his children are left who should 
point with pride to their forbears, and 
treasure lovingly remembrances of them. 

I am proud to be able to give to the 
world a true and honest description of 
these wonderful individuals. The ac- 
knowledgment of their worth comes late, 
but people will appreciate it even now. 



14 THE PIONEER 

BOOKS IN PREPARATION BY COL. 
A. S. MERCER 

Reason and Instinct 

This will be a book of two hundred and 
odd pages. It will demonstrate beyond 
any question of doubt that our so called 
dumb animals and wild beasts have the 
same reasoning capacity that boastful men 
possess. A lifetime's experience has given 
unnumbered examples showing clear dem- 
onstrations of rashoshunation if not phi- 
losophy. These stories will not be bor- 
rowed from newspaper reports, but will be 
recitals of things really seen. 

Will probably be on the market the first 
of the coming year, and should be a wel- 
come visitor to every house throughout the 
land. Price, $1.50. 



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Rhythms From the Lo^ o£ 
the Duphuny Gluh 

This will be a book of four hundred or 
more pages. It will consist of a little phi- 
losophy, a good deal of landscape word 
painting; actual experiences and true sto- 
ries of frontier life. There will be some 
pictures founded on facts and a few in- 
stances where the imagination- will be 
given full sway. Will be on the market 
about May i, 1914. Price, $2.00. 



"THE PIONEER" 

By Col. A. S. Mercer 

THE word ''pioneer" opens up an end- 
less chain of thought and sheds a 
halo over our land from ocean to 
ocean. Scarce a league of terra firma, 
from the sun-kissed shores of the southern 
seas where the orange yellows on the tree, 
the grape purples on the vine and nature 
delivers her stores with open hand, to the 
frozen north where only the lichen clings 
to the rocks as a pledge that the laws of 
production have not been repealed, but has 
thrilled at the tread of this matchless fore- 
runner of civilization. 

The branches of the trees of the prime- 
val forests of the Atlantic seacoast bowed 
to the pioneer as he approached, with rifle 

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THE PIONEER 17 

and axe, with a welcome as sweet as a 
maiden's kiss. 

As he advanced, the prairies this side of 
the Alleghenys covered themselves with 
red, yellow and purple blooms as a greet- 
ing and a promise. 

The great American desert, stretching 
from the Missouri to the Rockies — the 
backbone of the continent — forbidding as 
it was to the average man, held out tokens 
to this dauntless spirit and bade him not 
despair. 

Then the mountains raised their heads 
across his pathway for thousands of miles, 
robed in white and skirted with green. 
Each towering peak that kissed the sky 
and each spring that bubbled up and 
trickled down over moss covered rocks, 



18 THE PIONEER 

meandering midst evergreen shrubs and 
ferns, were veritable sign manuals to seal 
the invitation to come and rest in their 
shade and drink of their limped waters. 

Once the summits of the Rockies were 
scaled a panoramic view was spread before 
the wondering eyes, illimitable, brown and 
sear, yet withal entrancing. Desert gloom 
was there, but pine-clad hills and grassy 
knolls lifted their heads as signs that all 
was not bad. 

Last came the slopes of the Pacific, their 
giant trees, verdure clothed hills and sunny 
vales laughing in glee and warbling joyous 
notes of welcome to him who dared ap- 
proach. 

Who was and is this pioneer who came 
forth to spy out the land? He was the 



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gift of the creator. A man who loved his 
fellow men. A man every pulsation of 
whose heart was sympathetic. 

That restless spirit that gave up the 
sweet caresses of loved ones near and 
dear; that broke away from friendships 
lifelong; that threw aside the treasures 
and allurements of developed and organ- 
ized society and, taking his life in his 
hands, boldly marched out into wild and 
unknown regions, was actuated by some 
motive higher than the love of adventure 
or the lust for personal renown. 

Analyzed from the standpoint of his life 
on the frontier the conclusion is irresisti- 
ble that there were two underlying motives 
that governed his actions and determined 
his life work. First, he loved his race and 



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desired to get out from under the influence 
of the rapidly spreading idea and practice, 
crystalHzed in the modern expression ''do 
your neighbor before he does you/' He 
beHeved in the brotherhood of man. That 
kindness and benevolence to that brother 
should be the rule — not the exception. 
Seeing everywhere about him the con- 
verse of this, he grew nervous and longed 
to change his environments. 

Second, there is a subtile influence that 
surrounds us all, weak in some, strong in 
others, which stimulates a desire to go 
forth and do something different from the 
conventional and in harmony with natural 
laws. What is the source of this desire 
comparatively few understand and fewer 
still stop to consider. The truth is that it 
is a part of the Divine plan. 



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Away back in the early days of our gen- 
ealogy the command went forth from the 
Creator ''Go ye out into the world and sub- 
due it/' With the command came the 
moving spirit, the longing to '^go out'' and 
do our part in the great work of subduing 
nature — making it contribute to the wants 
and necessities of him who was created in 
the image and after the likeness of God. 
Looking down the ages we discover this 
as a more or less active characteristic of 
the human race from the time of the first 
wrestling match in the garden — when 
Adam shirked and cast all the blame on 
the woman — even down to the present 
day. 

Thus we have before us the pioneer un- 
masked. He stands there the exponent of 
love, faith and honor — a holy trinity. 



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Love the cornerstone, faith the superstruc- 
ture, and honor the polar star that even 
guides and controls. Search the annals of 
every frontier settlement from Plymouth 
Rock to the golden sands of the Pacific and 
the records will show that every latch- 
string hung on the outside. That such as 
he had freely he gave unto all comers ; that 
welcome, the sweetest word in all lan- 
guages, save love, was written in big let- 
ters above the door, blazoned on every 
approach and beamed from the face and 
eyes of every member of the household. 
That no sorrow laden individual ever 
came without receiving the fullest measure 
of sympathy and comfort. That each one 
helped and sought the good of his neigh- 
bors as conscientiously as he sought his 
own — that the helping hand was ever out- 



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Stretched to all. That in case of sickness 
there was ever a watcher at the bedside 
administering without money and without 
price. When the pale horse stalked into 
their midst, loving neighborly hands 
closed the eyes, fashioned the shroud, dug 
the grave, made the coffin and tenderly 
laid the form away in the dust of which it 
was made, to sleep the last sleep and rest 
from toil and pain. Generally there was 
no minister to lead the exercises and some 
neighbor, perhaps uneducated in the 
choice of words, dropped the sprig of 
acacia in the open grave as a symbol of 
the faith that though gone from earth the 
loved one still lives ; said a few plain words 
that came from the heart, unalloyed; re- 
peated the Lord's prayer he had learned 
to lisp at his mother's knee, and bowed, 



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uncovered, in the presence of death and 
the assembled mourners. 

These records prove the unimpeachable 
honor, as well as the loving manliness of 
the pioneer. His word was his bond, his 
law and gospel. No written bond in 
double the sum, with the pound of flesh as 
penalty, was given or required. To ques- 
tion one's word was to impugn his honor, 
and trouble followed. Unfettered by stat- 
utory enactments, free as the wind that 
swept o'er mountain and plain — the free- 
man whom the truth made free — his 
actions were shaped and controlled by an 
innate consciousness of right, which, being 
in harmony with the convictions of his 
neighbors, formed an unwritten law as 
binding as the sentence of the highest 



THE PIONEER 25 

court and as unalterable as the statutes of 
the Medes and Persians, or the laws of 
nature that hold the stars in place. 

There seems to be a general disposition 
among right thinking people to accept the 
Ben Adhim idea of love of fellow men as a 
close approximation to real Christianity. 
The little poem by Leigh Hunt entitled 
''Abou Ben Adhim'' illustrates very clearly 
the kind of men who made up the list of 
pioneers : ^'They loved their fellow men.'' 




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Abou Ben Adhim and the An^el 

Abou Ben Adhim, may his tribe increase, 
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, 
And saw, within the moonhght in his room, 
Making it rich, and Hke a hly in bloom, 
An Angel, writing in a book of gold : — 
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhim bold, 
And to the presence in the room he said, 
"What writest thou?" — The vision raised its 

head, 
x\nd, with a look made of all sweet accord. 
Answered, "The names of those who love the 

Lord." 
"And is mine one " said Abou, "Nay, not so," 
Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low, 
But cheerily still ; and said, "I pray thee, then. 
Write me as one who loves his fellow men." 
The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night 
It came again with a great wakening light. 
And showed the names whom love of God had 

blessed, 
And lo : Ben Adhim's name led all the rest. 



THE PIONEER 37 

The pioneer was not always a scholar, 
but he was always a gentleman in the 
truest sense of the word. He was a dia- 
mond in the rough, perhaps as a rule, but 
occasionally he was found possessing the 
polish and learning of the collegiate. This 
I discovered to my amazement in the 
spring of 1861 on the beach of Puget 
Sound, a few days after my arrival in that 
sunset land. Strolling by the water's 
edge, sniffing the invigorating salt air and 
revelling in the magnificent view of the 
Olympian range of mountains fifty miles 
across the blue waters and green forests 
bordering Admirality Inlet, suddenly I 
came upon a middle aged man shaving and 
shaping ox yokes under the shade of a 
bower house on the sea-girt shore. Ar- 
rayed in pants and shirt carrying all of the 



28 THE PIONEER 

patchwork colors of Joseph's celebrated 
coat, I accosted him as an old timer and 
among other inquiries asked as to the 
healthfulness of the country. This was 
his answer: "It is generally supposed 
that the constant inhalation of an aqueous 
atmosphere is deleterious to the lungs, but 
my experience here fails to verify the opin- 
ion." Here was a sentence not only cor- 
rect but one in which the most exact terms 
were employed and the fewest possible 
number of words used to express the de- 
sired meaning. Naturally I sought his 
further acquaintance and learned that he 
was a college bred man who had ''gone out 
into the world to help subdue it" and was 
a true soldier in the frontier battalion. 

Such experiences as this were not un- 
common — in truth, the pioneer averages 



THE PIONEER 29 

up a good deal higher in intelHgence and 
resourcefulness than does the average por- 
tion of the human race, taken as a whole. 

As confirmatory of the statement that 
the true pioneer was always a willing help- 
er, I may give some further personal expe- 
rience. When I located in Seattle in the 
spring of 1861, there was less than one 
hundred people in the town and about half 
that number in the surrounding country 
settlements. Everyone was pleased to see 
a newcomer and especially so if he had 
come with a family. On his arrival, if he 
desired to take up land, and become a 
farmer, some one was appointed to show 
him the vacant claims. Having made his 
selection, the preacher, the doctor, the ped- 
agogue, the merchant and half a score of 
others, with axes, saws, frows, etc., all car- 



30 THE PIONEER 

rying a lunch, accompanied the stranger 
on foot or by canoe — as there were no 
horses and wagons — to his claim, and be- 
fore nightfall there was completed a com- 
modious cabin, clapboard roof, puncheon 
floor and a door with wooden hinges, the 
latchstring of rawhide left hanging on the 
"outside." 

This was not the exception but the rule 
for many years and the practice prevailed 
from the rock-bound coast of the Atlantic 
away to the pebbly beach of the Pacific. 

The hardships, sufferings and endur- 
ance of the pioneer never have been and 
never can be fully told. They mark the 
darkest, most sublime, yet from a historic 
standpoint the brightest page in American 
history. It was one constant battle to the 
death, notwithstanding the rainbow prom- 



THE PIONEER 31 

ises held up to lure him on. Words are 
inadequate. The marvelous descriptive 
powers of a Victor Hugo and the magnetic 
speech of an Edward Everett are as pale as 
moonbeams to the searching rays of a mid- 
day sun on Sahara's desert sands in their 
weakness to draw the picture of this hero 
of horses in his westward, conquering 
march. 

We of today ride in our carriages over 
macadamized roads at our leisure, or fly 
across the continent in palace cars on busi- 
ness or pleasure bent, admiring the beauti- 
ful homes that line our way, and going 
into ecstasies of delight at the panoramic 
views of mountain, plain and gorge with- 
out a thought of him who led the way. 
But for this courageous individual such 
things could not be. 



32 THE PIONEER 

But for the pioneer who fought his way 
step by step amidst vicissitudes and perils 
great, across the Alleghenies, the black dia- 
monds of Pittsburgh would still lie buried 
in their earthy fastness ; her hundred hills 
covered with residence and business pal- 
aces would still be clothed in nature's 
garb ; her millions upon millions of annual 
products be unknown in commercial marts. 

But for this same pioneer, who literally 
waded the swamps of western Ohio and 
Indiana, reeking as they were with ma- 
laria and smelling of death, Lake Mich- 
igan would be a veritable dead sea save 
for the fish that swim in its waters and the 
wild fowl that wing their passage o'er its 
surface. Chicago, the marvel of all peo- 
ple, and of all ages, would have no exist- 
ence — its countless arteries of trade that 



THE PIONEER 33 

lead toward the setting sun would never 
have been vitalized. 

The great west, home of millions of free, 
fearless people, would today be inhabited 
by only the beasts of the forest and plain, 
and the red man, still untutored, carrying 
the tomahawk and scalping knife. The 
great hope and uplifter of the race — 
free homes — would have failed to do its 
work. 

Let us go for a moment with this pio- 
neer as he ventures forth. In the early 
days of the western pilgrimages the wife 
and babe in arms rode the one horse be- 
longing to the family. The husband and 
father leading the way on foot with gun 
and hunting knife and loaded down with 
parched corn and blankets. If there were 



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older children they followed in single file, 
as there were no roads, not even a trail. 

Trusting in God and his unerring aim, 
he crossed over mountain and plain, pick- 
ing his way through forests dense, wading 
streams and camping where the shades of 
evening fell upon his pathway. In this 
manner — the sun by day and the milky 
way by night, his chart and compass — 
hundreds of miles were traversed, every 
foot of his route bordered by wild beasts 
and the lurking foe of the paleface — the 
painted red man. 

The quality of men and women who 
dared the hardships of pioneer life, phys- 
ically, mentally and morally was such as 
to leave an imprint upon the future that 
time cannot destroy. Not only were they 



THEPIONEER 35 

pure in mind and heart, with a loving-kind- 
ness as sweet as that emanating from the 
garden of Gethsemane, but they possessed 
undying energy and courage unsurpassed 
in ancient or modern warfare. 

The pioneer came, not Hke an army with 
banners, buoyed by the concord of sweet 
sounds from string and wind instruments 
and the touch of shoulder to shoulder as 
they marched, sweeping all before them; 
but in groups of twos and three treading 
their way through trackless woods and 
over burning sands, passing at myriad 
points the bleaching bones of those who 
have essayed to pass before them. These 
white landmarks, glittering in the noon- 
day sun are the milestones of our western 
civilization, at every one of which should 
be erected an altar, built of shining gran- 



36 THEPIONEER 

ite, decorated with precious stones and be- 
dewed with the breath and tears of mil- 
hons of heart offerings at the sacred 
shrines. 

Reahzing the early conditions and 
studying the character of the men and 
women who accepted them, still forging 
ahead into the unknown, we are enabled to 
arrive at a fair estimate of the sterling 
mettle of their descendants and picture in 
our mind's eye what their influence is to 
be in the molding of opinions and the con- 
trol of the land they captured and peopled. 

Thus through all the pathless realms 
came our forbears, planting the seeds of 
an aftermath that was to grow into 
shapely man and womanhood and form an 
imperial part in shaping the destinies of a 
great nation. 



THE PIONEER 37 

Following closely behind these outriders 
and seed planters of a permanent and 
healthy civilization came the second crop, 
men and women fashioned largely after 
their forerunners, filled with hope, purity 
of purpose and endowed with sublime 
courage. This was the era of the Prairie 
Schooner, lovingly and faithfully de- 
scribed by Gertrude Ray, of Carrolton, 
Ohio, under the caption of the 

Empire Ship 

I have sung my songs to the stately ships 

That are sailing the seven seas, 
But today I sing of a cruder craft that 

Laughed at the lulling breeze. 
Of the Prairie Schooner quaint and slow, 

With its dim and dusty sails, 
A phantom ship of the long ago, 

Adrift in the grass grown trails. 
Westward ho. Westward ho. 



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Out where the winds are sweet and low, 
And the grassy cradles swing and sway, 
The Star of Empire takes its way. 
Westward ho. 

Ere the bellowing steed of steel and steam 

Had startled the sleeping deer ; 
Where the curlew whistled its timid call 

To the gray goose nesting near, 
Through the fair fresh prairies, hushed and 
hid 
Where the wild wolf made her den. 
There came this land-launched schooner 
Manned by bronzed and brawny men. 
Westward ho. Westward ho. 
Out where the bold brisk breezes blow, 
And a young world walks in the fields 

of May. 
The Star of Empire takes its way. 
Westward ho. 
And in that marvelous ship that sailed 
To the shores of the wondrous west, 



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Was a mother who caroled a song of joy 

To the babe at her happy breast ; 
And stowed away in the good ship's hold 

Were a book and a plow and a pen, 
And a sickle and seeds — yea, all God needs 
For the making of matchless men, 
Westward ho. Westward ho. 
Out where the golden harvests glow, 
And the builders are building day by day, 
The Star of Empire takes it way. 
Westward ho. 

These "phantom ships'' set their courses 
to every point of the compass and after 
stormy passages anchored on the broad 
plains of the trans-Missouri, in the moun- 
tains, valleys and on the slopes of the Pa- 
cific. Their wakes were veritable trails of 
blood, but the heroic sailors forming the 
crews of these scattered sails stood to their 
guns, and, notwithstanding their thinned 



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ranks, finally conquered a lasting peace 
that opened up the vast and golden west 
to the on-coming home-seeker. 

History will repeat the story of the 
Meeker massacre, the Custer extermina- 
tion and a few of the more noted encount- 
ers with the savage tribes, but who will 
chronic the thousands upon thousands of 
minor conflicts where single individuals or 
entire families gave their lives — left their 
bodies as feasts for the wolves and their 
bones to whiten and crumble on the sun 
scorched plains in their struggle for 
homes ? 

Who will tell the story to future genera- 
tions of the heartaches, the long vigils kept 
and the nervous strain of those pioneer 
mothers in their lonelv cabins, while the 



THE PIONEER 41 

father was absent in search for meat to 
fill the empty larder or on the quarterly 
trip to the distant trading post for needed 
supplies and the letters from the loved 
ones in far away lands? 

Who will tell the story of the hardships 
endured, the great labor performed in the 
planting and building up of the homes 
scattered over an area thousands of miles 
square with no roads, no markets, no sup- 
ply stores and often no money? An un- 
conquered but willing nature was the 
source of supply and a strong arm the 
only key by which the storehouse was to 
be unlocked. 

Through all of these troubles the pio- 
neer has passed and the country is now 
full or rapidly filling with an ambitious 



42 THEPIONEER 

people. The church stands on the hill; 
the little red school house nestles by the 
roadside and the home with all that the 
word implies, is everywhere in evidence 
and a generous prosperity marks the pres- 
ent era. 

As indicated in the last line of the little 
poem repeated, we are ''growing match- 
less men," yea, and peerless women, whose 
patriotic inspirations A^ill encircle the earth 
and live until time shall be no more. 

That the east recognizes the splendid 
character of our western grown men, per- 
haps could not be more clearly shown or 
more aptly illustrated in few words than 
by relating the following incident: 

Some thirty years ago a very distin- 
guished and greatly loved Mayor of Bos- 



THEPIONEER 43 

ton made a trip to the then west, spending 
some weeks mixing with the people. Re- 
turning to his home of noted cuhure his 
friends gave him a pubhc reception. Be- 
ing asked his opinion of the men with 
whom he had broken bread in the outlying 
districts he said: "The western man is 
simply a yankee enlarged.'' 

And w^hy should he not be a yankee en- 
larged ? He comes of stock that, like gold, 
has passed through a furnace seven times 
heated and purged of its dross. ' His ideals 
are formed from a study of his ancestry 
and of necessity are high. As long as he 
keeps in mind the crowning characteristics 
of that line from w^iich he springs, so long- 
will he be a power against which the com- 
bined assaults of modern anti-democratic 
influence will beat in vain. Hence the im- 



44 THE PIONEER 

portance of placing the pioneer in his true 
Hght before the present and future genera- 
tions, that all may know and appreciate 
his sturdy manhood, unswerving rectitude 
and loyalty to the simple forms of free 
government. 

Then to the pioneer let us say: "Ave 
atque vale" — hail and farewell. You 
came as the trusted agent of the Lord. 
You have done your work and soon the 
world will know you no more forever. 
Search the records of all time and nowhere 
will be found a class of braver, more noble 
men, nor a class who have accomplished 
so much for their race, or left such endur- 
ing monuments to personal worth and 
honor. One by one as they have passed 
to that upper realm their spirits have 
winged their way to that glorious Valhalla 



THE PIONEER 45 

where none but heroes find entrance. 
Again let us say: ''Ave atque vale" — 
hail and farewell. 

Hark. Hearest thou that soft soothing 
sound ? It comes from the echoless shore. 
" 'Tis the flutter of angels' wings as they 
gather from their heavenly mansions with 
expectant look and beaming spirits; the 
voices of sweet, loving mothers who have 
gone before and patiently awaited the 
coming of their sons ; the pattering of lit- 
tle children's feet as they run o'er the 
golden street to the pearly portal. From 
the great white throne issues the com- 
mand: Open ye the gate. 

Ah, who comes there? Not the mili- 
tary chieftain w4th his martial tread and 
glittering sword, pointing to a million 



46 THE PIONEER 

dead on sundry battlefields as his proud 
record and merit card of admission; not 
the king upon whose vassals the sun never 
went down and who comes with coach and 
six, and tasselated outriders; not the dis- 
tinguished citizen who dressed in purple 
and fine linen and sat in the high places. 
No, none of these, but the pioneer, weary 
of step but with the consciousness of work 
well done shining in his eyes. 

Again a voice from the great white 
throne: "Let him enter. He was the 
true and loyal pathfinder. He raised no 
brazen serpent by the roadside, but he 
hung the starry flag of hope on the hill- 
top, in the vale and the glen. , His candle 
was ever lighted and millions have fol- 
lowed him to happy homes. His foot- 



THE PIONEER 47 

Steps, though oft leading o'er burning 
sands and cactus plains, through forests 
dense that teemed with countless foes ; o'er 
craggy peaks and hanging rocks, always 
pointed the way to a land of final peace and 
happiness. His heart was always right; 
his motives pure. Come now to thy 
recompense." 



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